Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what politics are, when
our are dying in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He
said never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting that it be the on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my and I showed him the door
No dollar of would I part with this day
For the engines of bloody cruel war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first Famine all that they owned,
Were called 'Navigators', all and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever their children born.
Their sons have no politics. call recall
Allegiance from generations before.
O'this name or O'that name matter at all
Or be cause for to war.
And my babies are safe in their home,
Unlike their pale who cower and cry
While kneecappers their poor Dads to the floor
And them to hate and to die.
It's those cruel who spurn the fair coin.
The for their kids they could take at their will.
the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne,
They've bombed and maimed and they've killed.
Now they cry out for money and wail at the
But Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who want of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs long since blown away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
Will go murdering again.
But no penny of will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" they cry out in vain,
For given my heart to the place I was born
And the whole House of Orange
King Billy and the whole of Orange.